Apollo had checked his eye in his bathroom mirrors this morning, turning his head this way and that to catch the light. It still looked a little fucked up, still paler than the eye that hadn’t taken a knife, but it was better than it had been yesterday, and a contact lens sorted the rest of it out. It might provoke questions from one of his fellow gods (it would be just his luck to run into Athena, right now) but it was rare that his boys would get close enough to his face to notice a contact, and maybe for the next few days till the colours had evened out he'd just stick to mortals when it came to taking women to bed.
The sex was good - energetic - and if it led to him getting closer to the demigod who'd showed up at his party then it was all the better. He hadn't spent a lot of time looking into Rosario - and hadn't thought about her at all since Melpomene had snapped last Friday - but if fate was gonna show up like a perky redhead in bright blue shorts then who was he not to follow?
He watched as Lyra bounded through the door in front of him and draped herself over Rosario's shoulders with a cheery: "Carlaaa! How's it hanging, momma? Haven't seen you round for yonks!" And he watched the back of Rosario's head, her familiar, familial head, stepping up behind Lyra because why shouldn't he insert himself into this?
Lyra had completely dominated the conversation, promising to make sure Carla's girl was properly caffeinated and she wouldn't even distract her for too long, just long enough and hey - did Carla want to meet her boy toy? At this she turned back towards him and winked, pointing with her thumb: "That's Archer Goldenhawk. Look, isn't he pretty?"
This was great, she thought, Rosario could see the contacts in person. Plus it was fun calling him her boy toy to his face, but then she was older than him, so he totally was.